I surprisingly remember that Syracuse game well. I started the day off right: consuming three minis of Smirnoff 100-proof at room temperature at 8a.m. before walking to the tailgate. I ended the night with some other guy's girlfriend. In between, I was transformed from a life-long Auburn fan into a rabid personality with Orange and Blue running through my veins.
Not sure why it was that game that was special. I had been too many at that point. I just remember standing on the wall around the 10 yard line in the student section (after I told Mr. Yellow Jacket Guy to shut up or come get me if he wanted me to step down into my seat...I guess he was in a good mood, he just laughed), screaming my lungs out. I looked down the field, up into the stands, over at the band, and it just hit me like a ton of bricks. This place, which I already loves and held dear, was truly the greatest place on earth.
A couple of overtimes later, the glorious fame was over and the good guys were victorious. I was in heaven as I walked out of the stadium with some friends. Up ahead, I saw a pretty girl standing by herself, waiting on drunk boyfriend to catch up. I grabbed her and laid a huge kiss on her. She seemed shocked at first, then looked back at him stumbling around, looked at me, shrugged her shoulders, took my arm and walked away with me. Stuff legends are made of.
War Damn Eagle!
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